I still have my foster guy Tanner. He's my buddy and pal since we spend about 17 hrs together every day. He follows me around the house constantly so my hubby jokes that it's Diane and her shadow.
I love this guy. So imagine my shock when he followed hubby out of the slider Friday at around 11 pm and decided not to come back home for the weekend. OMG I felt like such a kitty mama failure because although he's technically not my cat he's my baby. We spend a couple hours looking for him on Friday night and I actually had him but he sunk both sent of back claws in my leg and took off. We left our cat Joey outside figuring that Tanner would see his friend and stick around.
Saturday morning D3 saw him on the front porch when she was leaving but he took off and she couldn't spend any time looking for him since she was on her way to work. By the time my hubby and I got up he was nowhere to be found. Saturday afternoon FFCC dropped off a couple traps which we set. Traps empty Sunday morning. Pouring rain on Sunday and thunderstorms on Sunday night but no Tanner. I was getting pretty worried.
My son is a night owl so around 2 am he was going down the hallway and looked out on the front porch. There was Tanner sitting next to the trap with my other cat Joey. S1 opened the front door and distracted Tanner with a toy long enough to grab him and bring him inside.
So this morning when I woke up Tanner was sitting right outside my bedroom door happy as anything to be back home where it's warm and safe. I'm happy he's home.